Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bingo?
No! No, I've already assigned each of you a role in the medieval court.
Tralloo Trallay!
when Saint Peter himself appears before me.
I'll admit the vow of celibacy is one of our sterner challenges.
Come on, feel the Lord Heaven's your reward
I shall pattern my reign on Enguerrand VII, Sire de Coucy!
The name's Father Sean.
Now I forgot who won Bud Bowl VIII.
That's right.
Mom, you believe me, don't you?
Martin, you shall be our king.
in the privacy of your own soul is your business,
He's right-- can't we all get together and concentrate on our real enemies?
Pelt all you want, but revenge will be Willie's.
There's 37 cents in the coin caddy and stay out of my diary!
Her husband, too.
My coat of arms is a Spider-Man couchant on a field vert.
Which we've since abolished.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome--
around on the couch like a bum, 'cause that's my thing!
You're responsible for this, Simpson!
Well, it's a little harder than that.
Why does that woman thwart my sporadic interest in my children?
Forget it!
Why did you guys have to take me away?
So now, what do we call it when the communion
STRETCH OUT YOUR ARMS LIKE OUR LORD ON THE CROSS!
Bart the Impaler?
I've got something to say.
Yeah, whatever.
"Local father, son may swith religions"
That's my favorite game. That's my favorite game.
Okay, let's make some magic here.
you can always find absolution in the sacrament of confession.
No way! I didn't do it!
the Western branch of American Reform Presbylutheranism.
Hop in, boy.
Bart, we're here to bring you back to the one true faith,
You have to cheat.
Mom, that's blasphemy!